I have important thoughts about two unrelated subjects.
1. Glee. I enjoyed last night's episode, and I admit I was shocked as hell
to actually hear Sam speak more than two lines of dialogue. The show has never seemed to know what to do with him, so I guess it's fitting that he's now homeless. I'm sure it's something they won't address with any kind of depth or dignity, or maybe even not at all other than to have Sam issue a one-liner like, "My dad got a job!" and that will be the end of it. I was thinking last night as I watched the show how I really wished they didn't spend so much time on plot lines that have an obvious conclusion (and which they are dragging out unnecessarily) like the Finn/Quinn/Rachel triangle or the Will/Emma saga. Do we really not know how these are going to end? At this point my limited attention span is already over it and I am no longer invested in the outcome at all anyway. Then I read
a review this morning that summed up my thoughts perfectly:
Glee is overcrowded. There are too many characters, too many scenes, and too many plot elements that are going nowhere. "Rumours" brought back one of the show's fundamental problems: That instead of investing in emotional stakes (with the exception, arguably, of Santana and Brittany) Glee expects us to accept a contrived set of circumstantial ones. Think of the hours of plot devoted to questions we already know the answer to. Will Finn leave the glee club? Will Rachel leave the glee club? Will Quinn leave the glee club? And now, the kicker: Will Will leave the glee club?No. Of course not. There is no real threat to any of those plot devices they hang over our heads, which is what I think makes me so irritated when I watch it. This show has so much potential and it just squanders it every week. *sigh*
On the other hand, I did love (most of) the Fleetwood Mac songs. Artie singing "Never Going Back Again" was my favorite. My husband was watching with me and he was like, "No way can that guy actually play that song on the guitar" (referring to Puck) and I was like "YES HE CAN PUCK IS TOTALLY MAGIC STFU." Or, okay, actually I was more like, "Yeah, he's a musician. I think he taught guitar lessons for a living before he got the Glee gig." *koff* What? Sometimes my Puck crush shows.
2. Aaaaaaand on the totally opposite end of the universe spectrum, I am glad Osama bin Laden is dead. I have a bunch of liberal blogs and news sites RSS'd on my Google Reader and it has been interesting to see the variety of reactions on them. Now that the initial shock has worn off, most of them seem to be coming down on the side of how it's wrong to cheer his death and how our ability to kill him isn't what makes America great., etc. And I agree with some of that, but I'm still glad he's dead. Look, I'm one of those people who doesn't think of death as a bad thing. I think of it as an inevitable thing. I don't think it's a terrible tragedy every time someone dies, even young or innocent people. I understand that death can definitely suck sometimes for the people left behind, but in this case I'm going to say that everyone in the whole world is better off with bin Laden dead. He was actively working to do harm while he was alive, and I'm not sad he can't do it any more.